A friend of mine told us at lunch that her son prayed the other night, after all the usual things, "Please, don't let us have soggy food, and please let the sun come up tomorrow."
Maybe my sun will come out tomorrow.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Upheaval
The job upheaval continues. Tomorrow my funding is being discussed. And today I felt like a terrible employee. Stretched to the limits. Not able to plan as well as I would like. This day has been sort of a downer, but I think most of it is because I have my third cold in as many weeks, I'm stressed out, and I didn't sleep well last night.
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I pray every night that you won't have soggy food.
Bless you for your prayers, Marge.
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